This is a song about "Left"

Take the exit, the nearest left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Right now using my left brain

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Promises that had us left assured

His ego left bloated

You know, work that

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

All the people you left behind.

Over me the same peeps that have died

Im being pulled left and right

With a honey in the middle

Left you bitches there standing idle